#and i didn't proofread

[teddybeartoji]

neighbor!toji finds you sitting in front of your apartment door late at night as he's coming home and at first, he's really not planning on saying anything. he still doesn't know you, he hasn't talked to you – the most you've gotten is a look and a nod whenever you happen to take the elevator with him or when you just bump into him on your way out. and he really isn't the type to make small talk but with your knees pulled to your chest and your head rested on top of your hands, you look miserable and toji finds it very hard to ignore you.

he keeps stealing glances at your curled up figure as he searches for the keys in his pocket and it's only when he's got the door open, he swallows the weird lump in his throat.

"y'wanna come inside?" his voice is raspy, tired, but it does the job of luring you out of your little bubble.

there's a moment of silence.

toji isn't stupid, he knows the dangers of the world and it doesn't take him long to realize how strange his offer might sound. his eye twitches out of sheer embarrassment as he averts his gaze, rough fingers fidgeting with the keys in his hand.

"that would be really nice actually, yeah."

there's no suspicion in your tone, nothing that would indicate that you're thinking what he's thinking. toji's mossy green eyes meet yours and he's met with a look he knows all too well.

exhausted.

"just so i can charge my phone?" you're already trying to apologize for yourself. to tell him that you'll only stay for as long as you need, afraid that you're bothering him.

but he just gives you a hum, patiently waiting for you to push yourself off the ground. for a moment, you stand next to him in front of the door, waiting for him to step inside first but when he gestures to go in before him, you don't argue with him. your hushed 'thank you' doesn't go unheard.

his apartment is tidy. probably even more so than your own. it looks surprisingly cozy – the light isn't a big, bright one but a dimmed down one instead and the sight of his big couch makes you let out a soft sigh. from the corner of his eye, toji observes you. he hasn't had anybody over in a long time and now here you are.

he tells you to take off your shoes and to take a seat while he goes to look for a charger, giving you the perfect opportunity to take a better look around the place – dvd's, old magazines and newspapers, a few movie posters and one singular plant. it's not a lot but it still feels like a good home.

at the sound of his voice, you snap out of your thoughts. your fingers brush against one another as you take the charger from him with another 'thank you'. a

"you're not going to kill me or anything though, right?"

...

for a man his size and his age, he feels a bit small under your gaze. you're blunt more than anything and he's just a little caught off-guard by your question.

"no."

"that's good."

you break the eye-contact to look for a place to plug in the charger and he feels relieved. "you feel safe."

you say it like it's nothing.

"i wouldn't've accepted the offer from anyone else, i think. well, maybe from the lady across the hall but then again, she'd just scold me for being up so late and i'm way too tired for that."

the words slip from your lips as if they're light as air while toji needs a second to really hear you, to know that he isn't making you uncomfortable. that in your eyes, he isn't scary or threatening in any shape or form. perhaps you're just naive for putting your trust into a stranger like this but toji still can't help but feel a little warm inside.

he doesn't say anything and you don't mind his silence. you do thank him a third time and let your lips curl into a proper smile when he almost unintentionally raises his brow at you – like it's weird that you're doing that.

he ends up bringing you a glass of water before joining you on the couch, both of your eyes set on the tv screen and the show that plays on it as you eakt for your phone to come alive again.

it doesn't feel wrong to just be with him like this.

it's right enough for you to let your exhaustion sneak up on you. your eyelids grow heavy without you even realizing it and then you're already dozing off on your neighbor's couch.

your quiet snores are so unfamiliar, the mere idea of somebody being able to fall asleep in his presence so surreal that he's left sitting there dumbfoundedly. regardless, he reaches for a blanket before throwing it over your body ever so carefully and turns down the volume of the tv as to not disturb you.

a stranger, a neighbor. somebody, who makes him feel a bit more alive. a silly comment, a blunt reply. a smile and a thank you.

a push to keep on going.

[typing-catastrophe]

could you write a stanford pines x reader headcanon where the reader is an artist and always draws him and draws in his journals when he isnt looking? maybe he talks to the reader about the drawings and they get really flustered i dunno!!! <3

oohhh! yeesss, that's a great idea! thank you anon ^^ hope this is okay, enjoy!

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Your little habit started out even before Stanford came back. Dipper saw you sketching in your notebook from time to time, and asked you to draw something for him in the journal. He handed it to you and pointed next to a text he'd written about some anomaly (maybe a Manotaur or the Pterodactyl). First you were unsure, how would you feel if someone randomly decided to draw in your sketchbook? But it actually seemed really fun, and you didn't want to disappoint Dipper. Also it was in the spirit of research and preserving observations. And honestly, what were the odds the mysterious author would ever show up again?

With that attitude you began, whenever you got the chance to, to doodle yours and the twins encounters with the countless strange phenomena in gravity falls into the journal.

Well, oops? Seemed like the universe decided that not long after you started doing so, it was the right time for the author to come back.

It wasn't a big deal really, Dipper kept the journal for most of the time and Ford told him that he liked the additions he made. You weren't sure if he only meant the notes Dipper added, or if he even knew that someone else drew the newly added creatures.

It didn't take long for you and Ford to get to know each other better and spend more time together. Literally everything about him was just so fascinating. From the way he talked about his dimensional travels, anomaly hunts and research, his interest in a shared hobby of yours (dd&md), to the way he held himself. And, even if you were a bit embarrassed to admit it, his looks.

You couldn't help it, he was captivating. So to no surprise, one day you found yourself sitting on the shack's porch, looking over at Ford standing in the yard, working away at something that was too bulky for the basement. You didn't even realise what you were doing until something startled you out of your thoughts and you looked down at your sketchbook, seeing a familiar figure on the open page.

And then it happened again, in the lab. He was explaining away, deeply invested in whatever topic he was rambling about, not really taking in his surroundings. You had started out just sketching his study, but somehow he turned out to be the main focus of it.

One evening you found yourself in the living room of the shack. Ford was sitting on the floor, which was almost entirely covered in graph paper. You had joined him while he prepared the next campaign session, the tv quietly proving some background noise. While he was franticly scribbling away sheet after sheet, you propped open your notebook and began sketching some of the characters that came to your mind. Ford's, Dipper's and your characters and some npcs you encountered on your travels. But looming over all of them, half hidden behind the dm-screen, the scheming face of the man before you took his shape.

The end of the evening was rather blurry, you remembered falling asleep on the floor and being carried to bed, half asleep in someone's arms.

"hmm thank you", is all you could mumble when you felt the soft pillow under your head.

"No problem, dear", you heard a deep voice chuckle.

-

When you thought about it the next morning, a smile crept unto your face and you kinda wished, you would've been more awake, so you could've enjoyed the moment properly.

The smile was quickly wiped off though, when you realised that you must've left your sketchbook in the living room, given that Ford probably didn't bring it with him last night. You panicked and jumped out of bed, stumbling to the door when your gaze was caught by something. Your sketchbook, laying on your desk. You exhaled, glad it didn't lay around for anyone to see. You took it into your hands and opened it to the last page you were working on. But instead of the drawing from yesterday evening, only the one before that stared back at you. Confused, you turned the pages a few times, examined it, maybe someone ripped it out? No, no remnants of a torn out page....

Then, it dawned on you. You left your notebook in your room yesterday. You didn't plan on staying or even going to the living room. God knows how you ended up there, but it definitely was without your sketchbook. Which could only mean one thing...

In record time you were out the door, down the hall and in the living room. Right in time to take in the scenery of Ford staring down at his campaign notebook, opened to the page of your drawing.

"Ahh!! No no don't look!", you jumped forward and put your hands over the drawing. Ford furrowed his eyebrows, looking quite puzzled.

"This? Oh I already saw it last night after getting you to bed. It is incredible!"

Your cheeks heated up. "Oh" was all you could utter.

"It was also you who added the depictions of the twin's adventures, right?"

"Uhmm" You didn't keep your passion for drawing a secret, but you also didn't make a big deal out of it. And honestly, the way Ford was always so indulged in his own mind, you didn't think he was paying much attention to what you were doing. Now you felt a bit stupid for believing he wouldn't connect the - admittedly - obvious dots.

"They really are marvellous. And this?", he gestured to yesterdays page "Truly phenomenal!"

You didn't know what to say. You weren't even sure if you could say anything at all. All you felt was blood rushing to the tips of your ears and a flaming hot sensation in your cheeks.

"I- well uhm, thank you", you managed to stutter "I uh, I actually didn't mean to- uhm, use your campaign book. It was a mistake, I'm sorry."

"You've got to be joking! It's the perfect addition!" Ford exclaimed. "Do you mind if I keep it?"

"Oh", his enthusiasm caught you off guard. "I-, I guess not. Actually, that would mean a lot to me." you admitted sheepishly.

"Very well then! Thank you, dear." He looked at you with a fond expression.

You were about to retreat back to your room, turning around ready to leave, when Ford spoke up again, the smile apparent in his voice. "I also liked your artistic rendition of the twins adventures. Anything else you want to show me?" You froze.

Your heart started beating ridiculously fast. Did he knew? Did he notice you staring at him while drawing? Your thoughts started racing, but came to a sudden halt when he leaned down. His lips were almost touching your ear when he started to whisper.

"Maybe another time." And with that he walked by you, leaving you to yourself.

-------------------------------------------------- thank you for reading <3 reblogs are appreciated

a/n: if you want a second part with romance and/or where ford discovers the drawings of him, let me know! Have a nice day/night!

[azen13]

CW: Yandere Themes

Yandere!Aventurine who pampers and dotes on you like no other. All of your outfits ooze luxury, matching his color palette and aesthetic to a T. Whenever he takes you on extravagant shopping trips, he always returns home with at least five bags hanging off his arms, insisting on carrying them for you. If he makes reservations for dinner, best believe there will be the most showstopping, mouthwatering foods you have ever seen, smelled, or tasted. He'll take care of it all.

Yandere!Aventurine who likes taking you to casinos, even if you don't particularly care for gambling. He'll have you sit next to him as he plays poker, flashing you a mischievous smile as he goes all in. Of course, he wins.

Yandere!Aventurine who tells you his past in hushed conversations at night, memories merely whispered between trembling lips. His hands reach for yours, grasping them like if he lets go, he'll fall into a dark, unescapable abyss.

Yandere!Aventurine who needs you like a fish needs water or a bird needs to fly. He says nonchalantly with a casual smirk that you're his "good luck charm", but you are so much more than that to him. You soothe the scars in his heart and blanket his sleep in sweet dreams. All this superficial glamor and wealth he flaunts don't even hold a candle to your value.

Yandere!Aventurine who can't stand the idea of you leaving. He'll clutch you tightly at night and keep an eye on you in the day, making sure you're safe and protected. He'll buy you anything, give you whatever you ask for. The one thing he isn't willing to give you is your freedom. After all, he'll take care of it all.

[izvmimi]

cw: fluff. fem!reader works in support tech. alcohol.

You’re not sure you should be overhearing this part of the men’s conversation, but it’s hard not to do so when Denki’s voice is so damn loud, and the chatter amongst the women in the circle you’ve broken off into, many of which are former UA goers at this mixer doesn’t match the raucous laughter between him and Sero, as they drunkenly probe at their former classmates’ romantic interests.

It’s a happy hour to celebrate those Pro Heroes who have attended this year’s Biomedical Support Gear convention, and you’ve quickly lost interest in your current circle’s chatter - not that they are not interesting, but as you weren’t in that fated UA class, rather two years ahead of them, it’s often hard to remember specific classroom lore, but you’re there to tend to your friend primarily because she was unduly afraid of running into Izuku who didn’t even bother showing up and Uraraka who was indulging in an entirely different circle.

But it’s not the only reason, you have to admit to yourself, as you toss a furtive glance towards the sound of Katsuki’s voice, hoping that it’s not met with his own piercing red eyes. He doesn’t notice you, a grimace on his face as Sero waxes poetic on which of their former female classmates have only grown prettier over the years.

“I just feel like it’s unacceptable that Hagakure is still not taken after all these years. Have you seen her?” he says. Iida would say something to object to the objectification of a classmate, but he’s stone cold drunk and standing perfectly still like a tree.

One that could easily tip over.

Katsuki hasn’t commented, you notice, perhaps a bit too interested, but Mineta mentions something about only seeing her boobs 50% of the time being a dealbreaker for him.

You roll your eyes, your listening ear starting to lose interest in the conversation, startled again by your drunk and lovesick friend grabbing you by the arm.

“I think you should talk to him today,” she slurs. She laughs a little too loud, then tiptoes to wave, but you spin her away, reminding her to drink water. 

“One of us should win!” she yells. “One of us needs to win, if I’m going to die alone you can’t-”

You clasp your hand over her mouth gently as you pull her away, taking the closest path to the bathroom with her before she cries yet again over  a man who had zero conceivable way of knowing that she’s been in love with him for years and that’s when you hear it.

“Okay but why would I want Mirio’s leftovers?”

You pause for a moment, frozen in place.

It’s very clear who the slimeball you have to look down to meet eyes with means by this, you. You, whose rumored breakup was surprisingly well known among Pro circles, an open secret, yet not yet announced to the public; you, who quickly turned your head when you realized Sero and Denki had realized you were hearing it; you who didn’t feel your friend pull out of your hold to immediately start yelling, entering her belligerence phase.

She’s not the first one to grab Mineta by the shirt collar-

Katsuki is.

“Hey, I was just kidding!!!” He yells.

The girls have stopped chatting by now too and the entire group has started to stare.

“Are you going to shut the fuck up then?”

Katsuki’s voice is low and cool, far different from his earlier days, when all he was to you was the loudmouth first year Mirio sometimes spoke of fondly, or the hothead your best friend spoke of less than fondly yet somewhat affectionately. He’s quiet enough that you can feel your own blood grow warm while you’re sure Mineta’s turns to ice, but Kirishima is already trying to de-escalate and you can hear your friend stifling a giggle.

When you want to ask her why she’s laughing, she practically saunters off, wobbly in high heels and your concern for her briefly outweighs the surprise that runs through your whole body.

But as you follow her, your eyes turn back to Katsuki’s for a moment, and meet, and his lips part for a second, before you hurry off, feeling his eyes on your back.

—

“I don’t know what more evidence you need that he wants to fuck you.” Your friend is full of glee, reapplying lip gloss as you adjust your hair, your heart still pounding a bit in your chest.

You have to admit a man fighting for your honor is sexy, even if it’s disruptive and unexpected.

You and Katsuki don’t talk often, and you’re aware of his crush, but you’re used to flirting enough and freely that you’d imagine someone like him wouldn’t take it too seriously. 

And even if what Mineta said wasn’t true in the slightest, you can see why he said it - the rumor mill has not always been so friendly to you, partly due to the overwhelming attention garnered by dating the current #1 hero but also in some part due to your overtly friendly and incorrectly read as seductive personality.

Pursuing any interest will read as bad, no matter how eager your friend is to encourage you.

—

This doesn’t stop you from ending up cozied with him by the end of the night. 

Cozied up is an overstatement, you simply sit next to him, your knees touching, and not alone, because your friend grins at you from a distance as you take Katsuki’s hand gently, playing with the plastic ring on his finger, but it looks a certain way no matter how you cut it.

Your conversation now is a long cry from an initial thank you for defending me but you didn’t have to do that, to which he had grimaced and struggling to change the subject, you decided to offer him an out yourself.

Merciful you are.

“Is this the illustrious ring?”

A rumor that Dynamight was engaged had previously spread like wildfire, which your friend had confirmed was utter bullshit.

He can’t talk to women, she’d said confidently. 

Well, he’s talking to one right now, you think. You glance at him and you notice he is concentrating a little too deftly on your touch on his hand, and when you glance at your friend she’s smiling gleefully. 

You find yourself sticking your tongue out at her, quickly rearranging your face when he looks at you.

“I’m not married obviously.” He shifts, taking his hand gently from you and folding it in his lap a little too coquettishly. “PR agent thought it would get more…” he trails off.

“Attention on you?” you ask, laughing.

He gives you an annoyed look but he twists his mouth to the side, more of a pout than a glower.

“Yeah.”

“I think you’re plenty attention-grabbing enough,” you offer him. He looks down, then looks at you for a moment, then opens his mouth for a second before closing it.

You sit in silence for another moment, and he stares at the plastic ring in his own hand, twirling it, not dissimilar from the way you did just moments earlier.

“Hey, are the rumors between you and Mirio true?” he asks.

Your eyebrows raise, then you look around, wondering if your friend can see you, but she’s off to bother someone else, possibly bully Mineta for good measure, and it seems to be just you. The happy hour is winding down, and people are filing out.

Confirming a rumor from your own lips is not a crime, but sometimes it feels hard to do.

“Yeah.”

Katsuki pauses, not looking at you for a moment.

Then all he says is, “Good to know,” before getting up to leave.

As you watch him go, wondering if he can stay a little longer, and then you consider instead of you potentially plotting on him, he might just be plotting on you.

[aleixis]

how do we feel about harem boy!ness x empress!reader !!!

okay so !!! imagine reader who's the ruler of an empire the size of an entire continent and half, she and her ruthless soldiers charging into battle after battle ! ness was a gift given from the emperor of münchen, michael kaiser ( ruler a recently conquered empire ), as a symbol of respect to your empire. ( u even make THE kaiser shiver in his boots omg just who are u !! )

you never really cared for partners, both romantically or in bed, but the gift was accepted as a courtesy. you were hesitant to accept at first, but your political advisor, ( isagi ) recommended you to accept. ness seemed compliant, almost eager to be gifted (honestly, he was just ecstatic that kaiser viewed him valuable enough to be a gift) ! he was so sweet and kind to you ever since your first meeting, even if you paid little to no attention towards him ! that just pushes him to yearn for your validation even more <3

soon enough, ness realizes that he's not the only one desperate for your affection. your harem of 4 other men ( i have no idea who to pick so just imagine its ur other favs ) haven't SLEPT in the same bed as you in a couple months, and they're all yearning for u :( ness has to join the 4 to win your heart over, but how ?!

the others have tried pretty much every trick in the book; seducing you ( which never works, you're always too busy drowning in work ), trying to make you jealous ( you don't care enough to be jealous ), winning you over with gifts ( nothing they gift you can compare to the entire world you have in your hands ), everything ! every move they'll make will spare nothing more than a glance and an occasional laugh from you, never anything more.

so, ness is desperate to change that ! he'll do anything in his power to catch your fancy <33

[heartowan]

★ WINTER VISITOR : red hood x reader!

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* im not from america so i have absolutely nooo idea how much is -20°c in fahrenheit im sorry 😭 *

You used to enjoy winter so much more when you were a kid. The snow, the warm clothes, the atmosphere, your mom's hot chocolate... everything was so perfect back then. Now, though, you didn't like it as much.

Not because you grew up to be an insufferable grump, but things weren't as easy. At 9, you didn't have to walk on snowy streets from campus to work to your house in a -20°C weather. Freezing your ass used to be fun when it was voluntary.

But, fortunately, the holidays were already coming, so you wouldn't have any more classes during these few weeks, and you'd also get a few breaks from your job at the bookstore. Finally, some rest.

That's what you thought when you approached your porch, pulling out the keys to open the door in a practiced movement, but you stopped when your eyes caught a glimpse of something red. Then you walked a little closer, and you were able to make out the shape of someone sitting down with their legs stretched, hand cluching their side, a weird helmet on their head and a little cropped brown jacket... what a weird combination.

You knew that helmet, though. You lived in his area, after all.

"Can I help you?" Anyone, literally, anyone, would advise you to not speak to him and simply go find some place else to crash for the night until he went away. The thing is, you wouldn't listen anyway.

He raised his head in your direction, the white eyes of that creepy/fucking weird helmet staring at you, sizing you up and probably judging the fact that you were wearing green tights and red shoes. But, hey, who even was he to judge your style choices?

"Actually, yeah." He said, and even with the modulator distorting his voice, you could hear the hoarsness and the faint tireness. "I'm fucked up over here, I'm not sure I can walk anymore."

You furrowed your eyebrows at that and reached for the phone in your pocket. Carefully, you crouched down beside him and turned on the torch to be able to see his wound better. "Let me see." You said, urging him to take his hand away.

He revealed the wound to you, and God, it was nasty. A bloody and very bumpy gash started from the left side of his abdomen to a little bit before the height of his shoulder blade. Absolutely disgusting. Whoever did that was probably trying to split him in half.

"Oh, my God." You mumbled, your eyes widened at the sight.

"Yeah." He added, nodding his head in understanding to your shock. "Can you at least let me in to... I don't know? Clean it up? It just starts bleeding more if I walk, and I don't wanna get an infection."

What kind of stupid fucking little dumbo would let a stranger dressed like that into their house, especially in Gotham?

"Yeah, come on in." You said, your eyebrows furrowing even more at your own brainlessness. They were almost knitted together like a unibrow.

★...

He sat down on your couch like his body weighted tons, and you noticed how his wound did an odd ripple movement. It just got weirder.

"I have a first aid kit in my bathroom." You said, stripping off your coat and your jacket. "I'll go get it. Do you need anything else?" He just shook his head, and you quickly disappeared into the little hallway.

Red Hood used this moment to look around your house, trying to distract himself from the pain and dizziness. He took in how your walls weren't white, but some kind of eggshell color and there was a green wall too, that one covered in framed paintings, pictures and many posters, as well as some hanging plants.

There were just so many plants. Your couch was more comfortable than his bad, and you had a fluffy mat at the center of the living room, between the couch and your bookshelves, which were full of books he could barely recognize in the dim light.

Oh, yes, the lamps. You had little lamps everywhere and one big lamp beside the couch, but they were all warm and barely even illuminated a thing. They made the room very cozy, though.It was so homey, and it looked like you. If he saw you randomly on the street and for some reason he decided to guess what your house looked like from the inside, that would be it. Maybe not as many lamps, but still.

"Okay, I'm back." You walked out of the little hall in hurried steps, a little red box in your hands. You kneeled close to him on the couch. "Fuck, the lights." You mumbled, and he though your annoyed tone was funny, so he smiled a little under his helmet.

After switching on the big, white light, you kneeled again and gently moved the ripped fabric of his shirt away from the cut. He was staining your couch with blood, but you decided not to care at that moment. With some gauze and saline solution, you cleaned the whole thing up, the sides, and what you could reach of the insides, then, you sprayed some antiseptic on it.

"This is disgusting, but I don't think you'll need stitches." You murmured, not looking at him. Your eyes were focused on the wound. "At least not on the whole thing."

"I can manage." It was all he said.

"I'm gonna patch it up so it isn't exposed." He simply nodded at that, and you started covering the extension of the gash with the little pieces of gauze you had, and then, you secured them with some adhesive tape. "All done."

He stayed there for at least forty minutes, and you noticed how he seemed to have fallen asleep at some point. Maybe he was too tired. You didn't care, but you let him rest anyway.

When he woke up from his nap, you had changed outfits into something more comfortable than the jeans you wore before. A pair of gray sweatpants and a very soft brown hoodie on top of your black Iron Man t-shirt.

"You want some tea?" You offered, looking down at him as he seemed to access the situation — probably forgot what the hell had happened for a second.

"Yeah... yeah. What is it?" He mumbled, his distorted voice sounding groggy. You smiled faintly at that.

"It's peach and ginger." You said. "I like it."

You poured a small amount of it in a little mug you had. It was one of your favorites, with little leaves painted all over it.

"I put honey on it, tastes better." You handed him the mug. And then it hit you... how the hell was he gonna drink the tea with that weird ass helmet on? "How do you- oh."

He shut you up when he removed the helmet after one little click at the back of it.

"You wear a mask under your helmet?" You arched one eyebrow, and he chuckled at your reaction.

"It's for the effect." He said and took a sip of the tea. "Very sweet."

You took a moment to look at the exposed parts of his face. He had a few scars all over it, a sharp jaw and slightly plumpy lips, which were rosy from drinking the tea. He also had flushed cheeks, probably from the cold and a seemingly straight nose. You couldn't really tell the shape from that distance.

"Thanks for taking care of that... and for te tea. And for letting me nap on your couch." He said, looking up at you.

His voice sounded so melodic now without the modulator. It was just slightly raspy, not absurdly deep, but not even a little bit high, and just so much more easy on the ears than you'd ever expect Red Hood's voice to be.

"You're leaving?" You asked in a slightly exasperated tone that surprised both of you and put your own mug down. "You sure you're gonna be alright?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Don't worry." He shook his head, waving his hand as if to say it wasn't a big deal. You just shrugged at that.

He put his mug down, it was almost empty. So he liked the tea. With his helmet in hand and walking a little more stable than before, he offered you a small smile before stepping over to your door.

"Bye." He murmured. "Thanks again."

You stood there after he left, in your living room, with the big light on, staring at the door. What an unusual night. Your eyes drifted back to the blood stain on your couch, and you groaned internally at the fact that you were the one that was gonna have to clean that.

That only reinforced your belief that vigilantes only brought more and more trouble.

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first part here !!

[lycheeloving]

ANOTHER MULTIVERSE FIC because I can't stop myself, apparently. An injustice!Superman one, this time. I imagine you were a small-time hero/vigilante in this one, so Superman knew (and liked) you before he turned bad, but you weren't super close, before.

-You wake up in an unfamiliar room, tied to a chair, not knowing how you got there. Kal doesn't ever let you leave the fortress. But you don't know how anyone else could have gotten in to take you here, wherever here is. Maybe it was Kal? But why would he do that?

-You spot a woman tied up in another chair next to you, it seems like she also just woke up. She reminds you of someone, but you can't remember who exactly... You want to ask her if she knows more about what's going on, when you realize you're both gagged. Shit. You can't even communicate with her!

-A man comes in, rambling something about how he's glad you're finally awake and about his plan finally taking shape. You feel like you should know this guy, but can't quite put a finger on it...

-Being unsure if you know who he is, as you're "not from here", he introduces himself. He's Lex Luthor.

-Wait. Lex Luthor? The Lex Luthor? The dead one, who was killed by Superman? Is this a prank? Because if so, it isn't funny at all. And quite dangerous for everyone involved.

-Luthor (if that is his real name) then focuses on the woman next to you. He addresses her as "Mrs. Lane".

-Lane as in Lois Lane? Like, Lois Lane from the Daily Planet? Clark Kent's, Superman's wife? Now you know something is extremely wrong. She's dead, too, and everyone knows not to mention her name unless they want to face Superman's wrath... You make a few muffled sounds beneath your gag, itching to ask about just what is going on here.

-Luthor says he's going to explain everything, don't be so impatient! He has a machine that can open portals to parallel universes, which is how he got you here. His plan includes kidnapping the person that is most important to Superman in his own universe (Lois Lane), the person most important to Superman in a second universe (You!) and then making the Supermen fight each other by threatening your lives. The only way to save you is if one Superman dies. This room is Superman proof, he can't hear or see anything that's happening in here, so they can't just swoop in and save you. After the fight, he's going to let the winning Superman enter this room, promising him that he can rescue Lois or you. Except not really, because he's going to try to kill the winner too, because that should be easier after he just fought another Superman, right? He hasn't opened a portal to let the Superman from your universe know about how he can save you, yet. He closed the portal he got you through immediately after kidnapping you, so he had more time to prepare everything. How he found you? Something about being able to detect kryptonian dna residue on you. And you were in Superman's fortress. Easy to combine that you must be important to him.

-That's... actually not a terrible plan! Sure, it might not work out exactly the way that Luthor is planning, but beating Superman with Superman is a great idea! Actually it'd be great if Luthor got a third one here. Two Supermen should definitely be able to defeat one Superman, right? Unfortunately you can't communicate any of this through your gag. Damn, you'd love to help him improve his plan...

-You wonder if he chose your universe completely randomly, or if he chose an evil Superman on purpose. You don't think he did, he didn't mention the regime with one word, and if it existed in this universe he wouldn't be working on this stupid plan. And Lois wouldn't be alive, probably.

-Before you can let your thoughts spiral even more, Luthor falls over. Huh? Is he unconscious? You spot Batman coming towards you. Ah. That explains that, then. Man, you haven't seen Batman in such a long time...

-"Are you two alright?" He quickly cuts through the ropes tying you to the chairs, freeing you. "Good thing you used your bat emergency-signal, Lois. I was able to get to you before Superman could fall for Luthor's trap." Wait, why would Lois contact Batman? Oh, right, sometimes you forget that he and Superman used to be friends, so obviously his wife would trust him too.

-He takes off both of your gags and then turns to you. "We figured out you're from a parallel universe, but don't worry, Nightwing is currently working on a way to get in contact with the Superman from your dimension, so-"

-"NO!", you scream, making Batman look at you in confusion. You quickly tell him to contact Nightwing, to make him stop trying to open a portal or god forbid, contact Kal!! Noticing the urgency in your voice, Batman quickly complies and lets Nightwing know to stop what he's doing, before asking you to elaborate. Phew! The last thing you need is an angry Superman wreaking havoc in a second universe.

-You start explaining to Batman about how your Superman started changing for the worse after Lois died (sparing the details, as she's kind of sitting right next to you), started to get darker, kill villains, everyone who did something bad, people who disagreed with him. Other heroes, even. People he used to be friends with. How everyone who didn't agree with him and join his regime, including you and Batman, had to go into hiding, trying to find a way to stop him. Clark, no KAL-EL found you at some point, but instead of killing you, he unexpectedly took you, basically imprisoned you. Kept you like a pet who's not smart enough to make their own decisions. (You never even knew he liked you like that at all, before that. Sure, he was always nice to you, but he had Lois!)

-Lois seems visibly shocked, whereas Batman just listens to you stoically. "All this to say, it's good to see you alive, Lois!" You smile weakly. She tries to smile back, but before she can respond, Batman cuts her off. "We should leave this place. I doubt it's very safe here. We should return to the Batcave, think of a plan." You spare one last glance at Luthor, who's still lying on the floor (Are we just going to leave him here? Huh. Ok.), then follow Batman outside.

-As soon as you're out of the building, something rushes past you. "Lois! Are you ok? Did he hurt you?" Not something. Someone. You try not to flinch as he fusses over her, while she reassures him that she's fine multiple times.

-After he's convinced she's not hurt, he turns to you with a gentle smile. "Hello! So you're close to the Superman in another dimension, then?" As he takes a step towards you, you instinctively take a step back towards Batman. Clark frowns at him quizzically. It's funny, he almost looks like a confused puppy. You would smile if you didn't know that this is all a facade to distract from his god-like, destructive powers.

-"Turns out the other version of you is some kind of evil dictator." Well, leave it to Batman to get straight to the point. Clark opens and closes his mouth a few times, thinking about what to say. "Well, I can assure you that I'm not like the Superman you know. I promise you, I'm a good person! At least I try my best to be one. You don't have to be scared." His voice is getting increasingly gentle, trying to reassure you.

-"Oh yeah? That's exactly what the Superman from my dimension would have said, before..." You don't mention his wife's death, not wanting to anger him. "The same thing could happen to you. You might be nice now, but who knows what the future holds?" As you're saying this, you slowly move slightly behind Batman. Just in case. He should have some kryptonite on him, right?

-Superman just frowns harder, then turns to Lois. "We should go home." He picks her up and turns to Batman. "Contact me as soon as you have plans for... handling the other me." With that, he takes off.

-Batman ushers you into the Batmobile, where Nightwing (another ghost, to you) is already waiting. You keep turning to look at him during the drive to the Batcave, while Bruce explains the situation to him. If they notice your weird looks, they don't mention it.

-You allow yourself to feel some hope. Maybe you can contact your Bruce? Help him out! Send a few still good Supermen! Your head is spinning with ideas, and you're sure Batman can come up with even better ones. You can't help but smile, your nightmare might finally be over...

[cyberluvzu]

Hello! :3

Could you do how Jeff, EJ, Toby and Ben (all separated) would react to Y/N being uncomfortable because of stretch marks on the thighs (or other parts of the body)?? Like what would they do or say about it :D

Sorry if it was a very long request or something ;)

Have a good day/night <3

Luv ya !! ♡

EJ, Jeff, Toby, and BEN with an insecure partner

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MWAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA I LOVE THIS. As someone with stretch marks I totally get being insecure about them. BUT ALL OF Y'ALL LOOK SO HOT AND SMEXY WITH THEM I JUST WANNA EAT YOU UP KAGAKGSKAGJAMZ

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EYELESS JACK

Bro does NOT care

He's genuinely so confused when he figures out you're insecure about them

Stretch marks? So what?

He literally has tar leaking out of his eyesockets, why on Earth would he care about you having stretch marks?

When/if you explain why you're insecure about your stretch marks, then he'll understand

He completely gets being insecure about the way you look, he feels the same way about himself sometimes (all the time)

I also like to think that because of the whole demon transformation that Jack also has stretch marks because his body changed so quickly

He just doesn't care about his stretch marks, considering everything else he has going on

He'll think about telling you that he has them too, and he doesn't care about them, so why would he care about yours?

But then backs out of it because he thinks that he's ugly and doesn't want you seeing yourself in that light

Instead he'll reassure you every now and then

The way that he reassures you is a bit different to say the least because he doesn't entirely understand social cues or social "rules"

He just will very bluntly tell you to not be insecure and that you look good. I like to think that EJ can catch onto your mood very fast because of how observant he is, so he'll know that something is up almost immediately

You'd be feeling down about your stretch marks and he'd know that you're upset, but not know what it's about.

Once he catches onto you being a little extra insecure that day he'll try his best to cheer you up in his own little way

He will, in fact, headbutt you like a cat that wants attention. He does it in an effort to distract you with something that he knows you like about himself. He also does it because he knows you'll smiling at him everytime he does it

He just doesn't want you to feel bad about yourself in the way he feels bad about himself

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BEN DROWNED

He doesn't give a shit

LMAO

He thinks that you are already so perfect and gets almost upset that you'd ever be insecure about yourself

I think that he would get very obsessive when in a relationship and that's just one of the things he does

He gets upset that you think your stretch marks are "ugly" because in his eyes you genuinely have NO flaws

He does comfort you but his way of doing that is with words of "affirmation"

Or at least that's what he likes to call it

He'll see you looking all cute and immediately whistle and say something along the lines of "looking good, hot stuff" or something cliche like that

He would definitely reassure you by touching you, he's already a person that likes physical contact so this just gives him more of an excuse to grab at you

Stretch marks on your thighs? Boom him hand is there. Tummy? His hand his already there, babe. Literally anywhere you have stretch marks? You bet your ass he's on it

He would FOR SURE send you memes about it to cheer you up, he already sends you couple memes but now he's gonna go overboard with it

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JEFF THE KILLER

He deadass doesn't understand bro

And not in the "aw you're so cute" way. It's more in the "why the fuck would you even think that?" way

He doesn't understand certain insecurities because he hasn't experienced them and because he is pretty obsessed with himself

You will have to literally sit down with this man and explain why you're insecure about your stretch marks, and he STILL wouldn't fully understand

He would understand that his partner is uncomfortable with their body and try to comfort you in his own way, but his way is rather aggressive(?) to say the least

He will literally yell words of affirmation at you from across the room when he even feels like you're getting SLIGHTLY insecure, sometimes when you're not even feeling that way

He'd buy you a cute little outfit and then make your ass stand in front of a mirror and have you call yourself beautiful/handsome

"Jeff, I don't know about this.."

"CALL YOURSELF GOOD LOOKING RIGHT NOW"

He'll most likely stand behind you and watch you do it. Probably propping his head on your shoulder and wrapping his arms around you

He's so silly I love and hate him so bad

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TICCI TOBY

Oh, tic tac tobiathan

He is so sweet when it comes to this

He'll understand if you explain it to him and is pretty sympathetic when it comes to being insecure

He is also insecure about a slew of things from his gash to some of his tics, so he completely gets being insecure about something that you cannot control

When cuddling he'd like to trace patterns on wherever you have stretch marks and whisper to you about how they're so cool/pretty

He thinks that they're so cool

Definitely calls them cute names like "tiger stripes" or "lightning marks" and even "snake skin" if you'd let him

Tries his best to make you forget about your stretch marks when you feel bad about having them

He would definitely distract you in an effort to make you feel better because that's what he would like

Would literally do anything in order to make you happy in that moment, he'd let you play with his hair, cuddle, watch a movie and snuggle, anything that would make you feel better, he'd do

I like to think that Toby is kinda like Ben, in the sense that they both get obsessive when in a relationship

Toby will hyperfixate on you because of how much he loves you so he would catch onto you being insecure about yourself FAST

Before you can even realize it, he's already distracting you with anything that he can in order to cheer you up

He'd also bite the shit outta where you have stretch marks

LMFAO

I'm sorry but that boy is MUZZLED because he BITES

So why wouldn't he bite you as a form of affection?

He'd like to bite you wherever you have them also because he likes the texture of it, he'd just sit there and gnaw on you until you physically pull him off

I love him sm I'm gonna kiss his face violently

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I'VE FINALLY DONE IT GUYS, I'VE FINISHED ONE FANFIC 🙏🙏🙏🙏

Lmfao thank y'all for being so patient w me and waiting for a gazillion years 🫶 I have been VERY busy with school but it thankfully is not kicking my ass this year

[desaturate-worlds]

part two to this but can be read alone

when their relationship first shifted from begrudging to friendly to something else, wade had expected to have to fight for it. he thought it was going to be claws and teeth and knives and guns and goading the wolverine until he finally gave in and admitted his feelings.

he was very wrong. so wrong, in fact, that he was blindsided when logan was the one to make the first move.

they spent all of their time together to the point that they eventually just quit pretending to want to sleep apart. wade abandoned his spot in the bedroom with althea to join logan on the cramped sofa bed. it started innocently enough - they would stay up late watching a movie, and wade would just stay in the living room instead of going to bed. this happened a couple of nights a week (they really spent that much time together) for approximately two weeks before wade just started climbing into the sofa bed at night without pretense. he always made sure to keep to his side, scared to push what he thought was a delicate balance too far and lose it altogether.

wade was almost too cautious of their peculiar relationship. as much as he wanted to jump the wolverine's bones or cuddle up to his chest in the night, he was too afraid of driving the other man away. wade knew he was annoying; of course, he knew that. it was kind of his whole schtick. most people could barely stand him, and he knew that logan's tolerance levels were even lower still. at least, that's what he got from their time in the void.

sure, logan had been much calmer and kinder since he had agreed to stay with wade and al (and mary, possibly the most important household member). and yeah, maybe he smiled fondly when wade ran his mouth incessantly instead of plunging his claws through the merc's throat. and, okay, sometimes wade catches logan looking at him with the softest look in his eyes.

but still. the mercenary wasn't willing to sacrifice the friendship he had with the only person in the world that he would never have to say goodbye to. as long as he didn't fuck this up, that is.

so, you can imagine his surprise when the two had settled into bed one night (after a marathon of real housewives because, for whatever reason, logan was obsessed with the trash tv) and he felt a heavy arm wrap around him.

he had been laying on his side, facing away from logan, with mary curled up by his legs. wade was a fitful sleeper and knew it wouldn't be long before his shifting legs and flailing arms sent the dog to find a more comfortable arrangement, but he loved that she still chose to snuggle up against him while she could. that was normal, though. what wasn't normal was the face pressed into the nape of his neck, or the arm circling his waist, or the hand resting on his chest. wade felt frozen, sure that him moving or speaking would send whatever this was off kilter and result in him sleeping in al's room again.

(side note: when had it become al's room? he lived here too, dammit, and even if he didn't sleep in the room anymore it's still his as much as it is hers.)

(it was al's room.)

thank god he didn't have to sit in his fear for long before logan spoke, his voice rumbling against wade, warm breath fanning over his neck.

"this is okay, right?" that brought wade right back to life. the thought of logan questioning this was enough to kick him into gear. he placed his hand over logan's on his own chest and shifted backwards into the other man's warmth.

"of course it is, peanut." his voice was barely louder than a whisper, perhaps still unwilling to break the moment. "it's perfect."

maybe it wasn't the frenzied fight-turned-makeout-session-turned-fuckfest that wade had imagined it would be, but maybe it was even better. and besides, this was only the beginning. they had forever to figure out the rest.

[munchy-k]

danmei list that no one asked for (long post incoming)

ok so I've accumulated a pretty decent list of danmei that aren't as well known and I want to talk about them!! so here we go! these aren't in any particular order btw

Nan Chan

an aloof, listless immortal and a very hungry caterpillar fish demon go on an adventure to retrieve a runaway bell 🔔. and also they both have amnesia. CUE ANGSTY BACKSTORY REVEAL!!!! 🔪🔪🔪

I'm sure it's to no ones surprise that this is first because I'm a SLUT for nan chan. if nan chan has one fan it is ME and if there r no fans I am DEAD!! I love this novel so much it has the perfect combination of painful angst and sweet sweet lovin' !! the main couple's relationship makes me feel so warm and fuzzy inside 🥺👉👈 (probably because I am a touch love language girly and these bitches be touching!!!) and I LOVE the characters sm. especially my little meow meow Jing Lin and his adorable little stone figure. I live for the interactions between Cang Ji and the stone figure! it may be a little difficult to read the first time around since the plot gets a little convoluted but it all makes sense in the end! 10/10 really recommend!!

How to Survive as a Villain

transmigration plot! rich ceo gets transported to a novel as the villain emperor and gets buddy buddy with the novel's MC so he doesn't get killed. ends up buddying too close to the sun and accidentally becomes the leading lady. drama ensues!

this is another favorite of mine!! this one is another good mix of angst and romance and the MC is so funny and likeable. there are also two cute side couples which is always fun! (one of them is f/f so it gets extra brownie points with me🤭) its also not too complicated which makes it great for casual reading ^^ p.s. this one has an official eng tl now! its being published thru rosmei (like nanchan) so it has to be ordered thru a 3rd party distributor but I think its worth reading 👀

Living to Suffer/ Till Death Do Us Part

living to suffer: ancient wuxia style prequel where the characters meet as a humble doctor and member of a demonic sect and their fate intertwines. this one has a BE

till death do us part: early to mid 1900s setting sequel. the reincarnated characters meet again as a elementary school teacher and rich playboy and face the struggles of having a relationship. this one has a bittersweet ending

THIS...... OK THESE NOVELS... let me tell you something. this made me SOB. oh my god especially the ending of TDDUP. I saw a review saying "I honestly could believe there lived a Shen Liangsheng and a Ch'in Ching, and that they fell in love..." and hard agree because something about this story felt so real?? which made it all the more intriguing and heartbreaking!! its set around the time of the japanese invasion of china and the cultural revolution so it does talk a lot about politics but it wasn't a difficult read imo. BUT BE WARNED! there is a LOT of smut. (not rly vanilla either..) and the relationship does get pretty toxic at times 😬 but it gets better by the end of the book and the toxicity actually does add to the story and character development. if u give it a try please read the prequel (living to suffer) first!

After Being Forced to Marry the Evil Star General

a deputy prime minister MC who's powerful, high-maintenance, and hated by the public is arranged to marry a laid-back general who is much loved and praised (but also rumored to be cursed!). this is an arranged marriage + enemies to lovers novel

I'm actually in the middle of rereading this one rn 👀. I think this one is also good for casual reading since it isn't very complicated. in the beginning the interactions between the main couple r rly funny because they just clash all day long lol. its also got a little angst sprinkled in 😎👍 I did see some reviews saying that the MC is not likeable since he does some kinda bad things and he's stuck up but I still liked him idk 😭 I feel like his flaws made him more interesting

Married Thrice to Salted Fish

a doctor MC who only wishes to study medicine (and poison oop) gets arranged to marry a guy whos dying. turns out that guy has been taken over by a transmigrator! transmigrator ML then proceeds to die and come back as someone else.. more than once 😭

if you love a couple that schemes together then this is the novel for you! the MC in this book kinda reminds me of the MC from the book I mentioned right above. (these titles too long man 😅) I found the repeated "reincarnation" plot to be pretty interesting. the interactions between the couple were pretty amusing as well and since the ML is from modern times he randomly uses modern slang. MC even picks some lingo up from him loll

Xiao Jiu

about a 9th prince MC whos trying to win the heart of the emperor's cold and aloof bodyguard! call him the prince of rizz because it works eventually 😎 this is an age gap romance with a smidge of angst and political drama

this a short and sweet story! the ML is described as cold a lot but he actually becomes rly sweet and warm later on so he isn't one of those stone faced characters. I don't have much else to say about this besides "its cute, I like it" 😅

Guanshan Muyu

wife-chasing crematorium story! it's about a outlaw MC who's kidnapped by the very guy who betrayed him. ML wants to win MC's heart back but issues from the past cause a bunch of misunderstandings :( but it is a happy ending!!

man.... I haven't read a wife-chasing crematorium story before this and I was not prepared for the amount of ANGST. basically everyone is miserable for the entire damn time! 😭😭😭 but that's not to say it wasn't a good story!! all the suffering made the ending feel even sweeter 🥰 if you cry easily maybe keep a pack of tissues on hand when you read this 😂

I wrote this in my notes app while reading and I feel like it summarizes the ML pretty well bahaha 👇

"qi yan: my girl is mad at me. I hope I die"

It’s Not Easy Being a Master

transmigrator becomes the villainous shizun in a novel he read and attempts to avoid a bad ending but *gasp* the novels MC (ML) has been reborn with all the past memories!! MC tries to get close to ML while ML is like wtf is going on ! seems like a typical "transmigrated as a villain" type plot until suddenly it's not... 👀👀

this one was rly fun! there's a big plot twist that I found rly interesting and unique! very fresh!! fresh produce!! 🥒🫑🥕🍅 I also like the MC a lot he had a rly silly personality hehe. I think this novel is good for people who like solving mysteries alongside the characters since a lot of hints are dropped throughout

Golden Stage/ Terrace

arranged marriage between a court dog and a general who's become phsyically disabled. everyone knows that the two HATE each other... but do they really? 👀 no, it's not an enemies to lovers, but the other characters seem to think so! 🤭

great novel!! very good!! I love the dynamic between the main couple! they love to banter so their interactions are entertaining. there's a bit of political plot but it's nothing too complicated and the angst is minimal. I also like that one of the main characters is a ambulatory wheelchair user. this one also has a official eng tl now but I'm not sure from which publishing house

Sharing Rain and Dew

MC whos staying in the palace dies a painful death but then gets reborn several months in the past. he spends his time stressing about his impending death but for some reason the Emperor has suddenly become super clingy and doting

this one is very very short, only 5 chapters + 3 extras, but it's quite funny and cute. despite being so short the story is actually pretty interesting? good for a quick, casual read

list over!! I have a few more but this is already too long of a post 😭 I hope someone can find this helpful for some reading recs!

[flos-obsessivus]

What if the advisor reader was a veteran? Like a past knight or footsoldier but due to an injury (minor or major) they decided to continue their service but as an advisor?

Since young, he had been admiring you from the windows of the castle overlooking the training field. Leaned against the clear window, sighing dreamily at your sweaty body and defined muscles. Oh what he would do just to touch them. Even his old advisor nor his parents could pry him away from seeing your form overpowering your opponent, goodness, how strong you are! He wishes that it was him pinned underneath you, he would gladly let you dominate him. He would even compare you to the knight in shining armour that his books often talk about.

From time to time he would see you run around with your squad, but most of the time you are dedicated to your craft, he would often catch you at night still at the field repeatedly swinging a sword at a dummy until the moon is at it's peak. You are so devoted to being a knight that it was hard for him to catch your attention outside polite nods and a bow.

When the time comes that he is able to visit places outside the castle, it's no wonder that it's you that the general always chooses to accompany him everytime he comes to visit the town. Though, your sharpened skills isn't the only thing that convinced his parents, he also had to beg for them to choose you.

It's no secret that Lilian has many admirers, as the beloved crown prince of the Rosen kingdom, he is bound to encounter colourful personalities all across the kingdom. Of course, he is not safe from those who wants a piece of him to take back home.

That's where you step in, as the assigned knight of the prince, his knight in shining armour. You quickly grabbed the arm of the offending party, throwing him away from the both of you. However, he wasn't the only one targeting the prince. Another guy appeared behind Lilian, brandishing a knife. He swung to hit him but you quickly put yourself in between them, getting slashed on your side instead of the prince.

You swiftly disposed of the attackers, slashing their throats and spilling blood all over your skin and clothes. You look so hot drenched in blood. But you had another problem on your hands, when you turn to assess the prince's well-being, you find him hyperventilating. Worried, you of course approach to calm him down, thinking it was due to him witnessing a traumatizing shight, but a jolt of pain stopped you. He noticed your hesitation and ran up to you, dragging you to lay down as he tries to help.

He doesn't know what to do though and he hyperventilates even more when he realizes he can't help you. Your warm hand grasping onto his forearm snapped him back to reality, you had to take over and guide him into putting pressure on the wound.

'Forgive me for staining you with my blood,' you would say, and he responds with a simple 'I cannot let you die...', odd considering the wound was shallow at best. Perhaps this was due to the fear of having to see another person die in front of him, he has always been kindhearted.

Half of it is true. Yes he fears of you dying in his arms, but on the other he was glad that the person who hurt you is now dead, just to the side of him with his neck sliced open with the blood now turning cold. If it was up to him he would have let the filth live just so he can lock him up in the dungeons to get tortured everyday until he succumbs to his injuries. Lilian should have been worried when his kindness turns into cruelty once it concerns you.

Once help finally arrives, he is quickly brought back to the castle where he agonizes your recovery and laments at the fact because of him you were hurt. When the sun sets and the moon rises, he finally settled on a heartbreaking decision. He would relieve you of your duty as a knight.

And so that night, you are his knight in shining armor no more. His knight who protected him with the same sword he now hangs on the wall across his bed, the same knight who once stood alone in the field to train until they collapse in exhaustion, the same knight who... Who now stands in front if him bearing not a sword but a pen, his knight who bows politely before introducing themselves as his new advisor, his knight whose devotion to the crown he shouldn't have underestimated.

[typing-catastrophe]

I have been so cooked for this man lately that I need to talk about him— I genuinely think that with a ADHD/autism/AuDHD partner Ford takes notes on your stims and quirks, even before any serious relationship. Just little things like “waves hands when excited :)” and “prefers baggy sweaters” just like a little way of understanding you better 🥺💖

yesss definitely! as an AuDHDer who stims a lot myself, this is everything!! jfskhfshsk

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"Aaaahhhhh oh myy-" the rest of what you were saying was incomprehensible because the words slurred together in an excited squeal. A gleeful expression upon your face, you waved and shook your hands in front of your body, then pressed them over your mouth, to stifle another squeal.

Ford smiled to himself as he watched you from the other side of the room, where he propped his notebook open to scribble something down.

"Heeyyyyy Grunkle Ford, watcha got there?" Mabel's voice rang out right beside him.

He snapped the book shut and whipped his head around.

"Mabel!"

"Waves hands when excited." she cited what she had just read, "Were you talking about-"

"No, I was certainly not!" Ford said, while his cheeks started to turn a deep red colour.

"Are you suuuure? Because to me it looks like you diiiid." she said, a cheeky grin on her face and dragging some of the vowels.

"You are mistaken, dear child. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got work to do." he excused himself and stood up, holding the notebook close to him.

Without letting her get another word in, he moved past her and made his way into his study.

There, he propped open the notebook to the page he'd just added a new note onto.

- likes to hum when no one is around - seems to prefer more loose fitting clothes. possibly because the don't restrict movement as much - will subconsciously play and fidget with any jewellery they're wearing - sorts and eats their food in a particular order - would rather not eat at all than something not appealing - skin irritating clothing causes great discomfort. remove tags!! - wants to talk but holds back. encouraging them has positive effect - avoids eye contact but will look at faces when the person isn't looking at them - do not touch without warning and do not force contact! expressed great discomfort to me after being forced to physical contact by someone else - repeating phrases and noises (quite endearing) - easily startled by sudden and loud noises, as well as irritated by high pitched ones, almost too quite to hear - shows behaviours similar to felines. has stated that they would be delighted to posses the ability to purr (he would be delighted too)

Ford smiled as he looked up and leaned back. He really hoped Mabel hadn't seen too much, otherwise she might figure out how interested in you he really was. And we wasn't sure if he was ready for that.

For now he would be very much content continuing to dreamily gaze over at you and notice all the little things, so he could understand you better.

Maybe one day he could work up the courage to ask you out.

-------------------------------------------------- thank you for reading <3 reblogs are appreciated

[taisho-era-secrets]

Don't look at me as I fumble some quick Rengoku fluff out of my pocket as I trip and fall. Listen, I've been a little sad lately (just a little, just a little) and Rengoku keeps me going. I also don't know if this has been done before or not but I'm still tossing it out here.

CW: Talks of disability, hard of hearing Rengoku. This is a sfw fic, savor it while you can. We're going right back to business after this.

It all came to a still - the hustle and bustle of the day, the work, the errands. The seemingly nonstop chaos always comes to a still at the end of the day as you lace your fingers in with his. The nightly ritual of just connecting was something that you both looked forward to, but as you lay here you couldn't help but feel this twinge that something was... off. Something was a little different this time around and it wasn't welcomed, sending ripples into the oasis that you had so desperately looked forward to.

Your cheeks rubbed against his chest as you looked up at him and noticed his gaze burning a hole into the ceiling, brows pinched together, deep in thought.

He was never really good at hiding his emotions.

"Kyojuro?"

"Hm?"

Blinking back into reality, he tilted his head intently towards you, locks of hair draping and bunching around his face. He tried to beam brightly at you like he normally does. But again, he was never really good at hiding his emotions. Your lips pursed, letting him know that you knew something was up.

He was caught. And he knew it.

"My apologies, I just..."

His fingers wove into yours tighter as they rested intertwined atop his stomach. You could hear the anxious thump of his heart as the fire in his eyes simmered to a calm ember and his muscles relaxed just slightly. Then those eyes wandered away, avoiding your concerned gaze as you could see the cogs in his head start to return back to his previous thoughts.

"Earlier... When we were making dinner, you said something to me... and I couldn't quite hear it," his voice was softer than normal as he recalled the event to you.

"Please don't mistake my concern, I'm not upset at you by any means, but..."

His lips pinched together for a moment as you could read the pain in his tone.

"It dawned on me," his voice started to waver a bit. "You already know that my sense of hearing is... not the greatest. I can hear you when you're close to me like this."

His hand brought yours up closer as his lips brushed against your knuckles. That worried look on his face grew stronger as if he was done fighting himself and had decided to sink into the abyss of his thoughts.

"I'm worried at the possibility that I may not be able to hear you at all one day."

You sank back down into his warm chest. It wasn't something that ever really crossed your mind before, but you could tell this thought wasn't something that just suddenly popped into his mind. It was something that was formed gradually over time from his insecurity.

"Not being able to hear your voice is... a devastating thought. The thought of my body eventually betraying me like that as I grow older is alarming."

You were at a loss for words for a moment; There was rarely a time that Kyojuro showed that anything was getting to him like this. He was usually able to power through his concerns, dismissing them as a waste of worries, but this one seemed to have festered for a while. That same fear he expressed was seeping into you as well. What if there was a day you knew that he couldn't hear you tell him how much he meant to you? How much you loved him?

Then it hit you.

"Kyojuro..."

His eyes came back to you like the rays of sunlight peaking through the storm. You untangled your fingers and lifted his hand close to you. The puzzled look he gave you as you pressed his fingers firmly against your vocal cords made you smile.

"You can feel this, right?"

His expression softened, a smile slowly tugging on the edges of his mouth as his fingers caressed your neck.

"Yes."

"You can feel this just as much as you can feel my love for you, and that's something that can't be taken away with time," when those words fell out of your mouth, you could see the realization hit him.

And there he was again, slowly coming back to his usual self as a chuckle bubbled out from his chest. There was a silent realization that he was rubbing off on you with his motivational speeches, but that couldn't possibly be a bad thing.

"That's very true," he smiled so brightly, the dewy wetness of his narrowed eyes sparkling. "I don't know what the future may hold, but at least I know that... and I can keep that close to me in my heart forever."

[nocreativityfornames]

Teen!MC wishing the "dad trio" happy father's day (is it too late to post this? lol)

[zhuoyichenpretty]

Ep 25 Commentary

“難受嗎？難受就對了[...]卓大人，你習慣就好。” Is it difficult to bear? Good [...] Zhuo Daren, you'd better get used to it. —Zhao Yuanzhou, Ep. 1

Oh my god what the fuck ep 25. Ohhh my god. I don't think I ever stopped going "holy shit oh fuck" for the entire forty minutes. My head is in my hands. Why is FoF experimenting with onscreen physical/emotional/mental whump at a frequency and intensity previously unknown to man? To my favorite character? 我前輩子得罪了誰？？(Who did I wrong in my previous life??)

Quote from ep 1 because I had just re-watched it earlier in the day and those words came back to me not with any particular use towards interpretation but just as a characterization of—all of this. It is indeed difficult to bear.

Spoilers incoming.

Also spoiler for how I feel about this episode in case the sound of me wailing in lament in the distance makes it unclear: It was probably one of the most effective episodes for me thus far, personally. It struck many, many chords and did not stop for breath at all.

Honestly I'm kind of at a loss for words because I really, truly, did not expect shit would get so much worse for ZYC so incredibly rapidly. The speed with which the situation deteriorated broke the fucking sound barrier (I'm exaggerating, I'm being dramatic, but jfc I wasn't prepared). I apologize in advance if any of my reactions become a little bit repetitive, there are only so many ways I can express continuous distress and shock and despair.

My stomach dropped during the watchman attack scene. I can't believe how effective it was for me, this moment coming at the heels of ep 24, how that episode was a whole meditation on the goodness of ZYC's heart, his gentle and sensitive nature, the reasons why everyone loves him, the way things are bad but they will not break us and we may lose heart individually but we will persevere together.

And then in one single moment, all of that is threatened and very nearly destroyed. I felt every one of ZYC's dry heaves.

This drama is not one I necessarily go to for subtlety of intention, so the fact that I really had no inkling how at-risk ZYC's irreproachability would be in the coming episode despite being very invested in his arc made it all the more shocking and well-done, personally. They set him up as high as they could so they could tear him down as thoroughly as possible in an instant, and I did not notice the set-up at all.

I also have to say, I really appreciate PSJ. How quickly she cut to the chase about what he'd seemingly done, how she'd said the things that aren't just hard to hear but also hard to say. Because that's exactly what ZYC will care the most about. It seems to me her righteousness helped keep his own intact. In such a moment of complete and utter vulnerability and devastation, her moral clarity is as terrible as it is necessary and true to ZYC's belief system, just when it is most susceptible to collapse. And I say this not to mean that I think he is culpable for the supposed attack, given how much discussion the show goes into about culpability or lack thereof when not in one's right mind, but just that I find PSJ's moral compass to most closely align with ZYC's beliefs as he has been carrying them out throughout the show, and she keeps him from contradiction in a moment when it may be on everyone else's mind to spare him from the double-edged blade of his own righteousness. (Also, I may be reading too far into WX's statement later on that PSJ protected ZYC with her decision, but it could be interpreted that WX agrees or understands that as well on some level.)

And the fucking fact that all this takes place in front of a shrine for the Righteous God of Virtue and Blessing. As I said, I'm speechless.

(Speechless, she says, as she continues to ramble.)

Ouughhhhhh the reversals. ZYZ draping the cloak on ZYC this time. Fuck. The dungeon. Oh god. The way ZYZ loses more and more of his facade of calm, even just from his somewhat tense but understated distress in ep 24 to this unblinking, almost unseeing stare at ZYC in shackles.

Also, I'm glad for the moment PSJ and WX have to themselves once ZYZ proves ZYC's innocence. The way we get to see them navigating a situation so dire together despite its potential to push them utterly apart. PSJ's near-silent delivery of "friend" fucking kills me. It's loaded with so much emotion that neither the voice nor the term can truly handle that weight. That's art to me.

And then oh god, the Tianxiang Pavilion scene. I don't even know what to say. How everything spirals completely out of control. How we literally watch ZYC's worst nightmares play out. WX's first shout, the way I don't feel like I've heard that particular shade of emotion in her voice up until now, even with everything they've been through. Honestly, each of their expressions as the mob began to jeer and before they were separated was so effective. Ying Lei's indignation, PSJ's alarm, ZYZ's agitation, WX's fury. And the palpable panic as the crowd surged around them and pulled them apart.

I've watched this whole scene three times now. Every actor is giving their all here, and it's so impressive because this isn't at all the usual context of their angst and heartbreak. This isn't a decisive battle over life and death. The range of tragedy stretches so far in this kind of fantastical drama and yet they are able to create such tension and emotion that the shock of that first egg thrown has all the impact of a fatal wound. And it's worse in some ways because it means so little to an outsider and everything to this family.

That rage and helplessness in WX as she wipes ZYC's face and asks who threw it, when she says if the crowd goes any further, they'll fight back—her delivery is so raw. When I heard her lines, I felt the fantasy genre completely slip away for a moment and it became absolutely personal. Like, this point is getting a little away from mere commentary so please forgive the brief aside but those are words I can hear in my own family's voices.

Then, watching the very last vestiges of ZYZ's composure fully crumble away in real-time. God, I wish I could say something more substantive about ZYZ's entire reaction because it's so so good but I'm feeling levels of angst I truly don't know how to convey, which is really saying something given how much of an essay I usually write despite claiming I'm speechless.

Just. The way this is the most desperate and near-breaking we have ever seen them, in a completely different manner than the grief that has come before.

Alright, and then, the juxtaposition of the mob and the cheering crowd around ZYC?—yeah, that's when I started sobbing. As I've said before, the effectiveness, the efficiency, of TJR's acting. The way we can read every emotion off of young ZYC's face: his awkward pride, his self-consciousness, his bashful happiness. Even though this is a memory only recently and fleetingly alluded to in the previous episode and this is a ZYC we have never actually met, we know him and all his mannerisms and expressions so well. He is so alive with his character and so familiar, and then we cut back and, god, how unrecognizable everything is now. That absolutely broke me.

Finally, ZYC and Li Lun's conversation. Again, so so good and again, not sure I can offer much substance in my commentary to do it enough justice. I've been writing this commentary for over three hours now, so if my coherence is petering out, I do apologize.

This is so much of what I wanted and didn't even know I wanted from them, simply because they've been kept apart by the plot for so long. To see some of this come to pass is so satisfying. For Li Lun to claw so desperately at ZYC and try to bring him down, what that means about how he views ZYC's role in ZYZ's life right now. That this is twofold, to ruin ZYC and to be understood, and how he can never get the latter if he is still holding onto the former, wanting to pull others into the abyss rather than seeking a way to perhaps be pulled out of it. Li Lun is so precise in his brutality towards ZYC, digging his fingers directly into the worst of ZYC's fears, and yet ZYC is so insanely clear-eyed and incorruptible and incisive with his words in a way Li Lun has never experienced or had to combat (ZYC, articulate king fr). And for all of Li Lun's bluster as he continually makes to take the physical and conversational upper hand, how quickly that becomes a pitiful immaturity when ZYC truly fights back (in defense of ZYZ). Yan An plays this part so well, when he's looking up at ZYC.

And seriously, talk about ZYC delivering just the most on point monologues to struggling characters ever (ZYZ, Bai Jiu, now Li Lun), and doing all that after the day he's had?? To be honest, I don't know what direction this conversation will push Li Lun. I can see it go either way because yeah ZYC just basically rubbed in his face how alone and pitiable he is and how he'll never get what he wants out of ZYC, but at the same time I've never seen Li Lun so close to understanding why he has ended up alone, nor look so desperate enough to not be that he might end up making a different choice for himself. And just as Li Lun is that mirror showing ZYC the darkness of the abyss, ZYC must be reflecting to Li Lun how bright the dawn could be. (Oh the inextricable nature of character foils.) Even though ZYC has denied Li Lun the understanding he wants, he has seen through Li Lun so thoroughly that that is an understanding in itself.

And then oh my god. The reverting to Bai Jiu's voice and body. One of the most top-tier narrative choices ever. Li Lun, deconstructed by ZYC completely, is really so unbearably young in his heartache.

Okay, I think that's all I have to offer. I'm so wrung out, and I apologize if the quality of the commentary declined in the second half, but I hope some of this was enjoyable to read!

[cjlouwho]

This was going to be day 4 of my 12 Days of Tommy fics (which starts tomorrow btw) but it didn't feel like it meshed with the other stories, so I scrapped it and wrote something different. Now you get a bonus fic! Tommy is a POW here, so abuse and torture methods are discussed but nothing is explicit.

2004- 20 Years Old

It's not lost on him that, back home, he's not old enough to legally drink. Barely old enough to smoke, and got to vote for the first time last month. He wouldn't be able to rent a car yet.

He's young. Too young for this. All his training went out the window within a few hours of being in this... this cage.

Everyone around him spoke a language he didn't understand. He hadn't seen his team since they were blindfolded and tossed into the back of a truck.

Then he was shoved into what was, essentially, a large dog crate.

He'd get yelled at, spit at, hit, shoved, kicked. Music would be blasted in his ears, bright lights shoved in his face. Then it would be dark. Pitch black for what felt like days, with not a sound around him.

If he was good, he'd get tossed some bread. It was hard as a rock.

They'd bring him a tiny cup of water every once in a while. Sometimes, the men who brought it would kick it over before he could reach for it, laughing as it all spilled onto the ground.

When they weren't looking, he'd try his best to cup up what he could with his hand, usually drinking down dirt, and God only knows what else, with it.

It was impossible to tell how much time has passed. It could have been months at this point.

He wasn't sure if rescue was ever coming.

Wasn't sure if the people he'd been with were still alive.

Maybe it would be better if they weren't.

Because sometimes he wished he wasn't.

It would be so much easier if they'd just end it. The beatings would stop, the pain would stop, he wouldn't smell these smells anymore, wouldn't be hungry, wouldn't be thirsty, wouldn't be confused.

It would just be over.

And that didn't sound like a bad thing right now.

He wanted to sleep.

He wanted to be in a bed, with covers and a pillow.

He wanted a shower.

Wanted to eat, to drink.

Wanted to be warm.

He'd been in complete darkness for... he didn't know how long now. Could have been minutes, hours, or days. It had been so silent too, he wondered if they had just left him there. Left him to die. He hoped it would be that easy. No more touching, no more pain. Just leave him alone.

Then all of a sudden there was noise. A lot of noise. Yelling from outside the room, gunshots, fighting, explosions.

And light.

It was so bright, he had to press the palms of his hands to his eyes.

Then someone was unlocking the cage, and they were touching him.

He jerked away from the touch, knocked into the back of the cage and heard it rattling near his ears.

He tried to fight, fight, fight against whoever was trying to pull him out.

“Hey, hey, hey, it's okay. You're safe.”

English. They were speaking English.

Not even that, he recognized the voice this time.

He blinked his eyes open.

Relief flooded his body.

This couldn't be real. It was too good to be true.

“It's us, Kid. You're safe,” Captain Jones repeated, helping Tommy out of the cage.

His legs couldn't seem to work right. They'd been stuck in essentially the same exact position for, God, he wasn't sure how long at this point.

“Smith?” he asked, his voice sounding foreign to him. But he needed to know. “Harris and Killerman?”

“They're okay too. We got 'em all out already.” Jones turned back toward the door. “Can someone help me carry him out, please?!” he yelled.

“What- What day is it?” Tommy asked.

“December 25th,” Jones replied.

Christmas. He'd been here since the day after Thanksgiving. He thought it had been longer.

Jones gave Tommy a pat on the knee. “You're going home, Kid.”